<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718513050884730022</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:25:01.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>OF THE MATER</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-mater.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718513050884730022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-mater.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04700989546300494197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/TP3K58xMYwI/AAAAAAAACiE/BJs-Ze4Sfjc/S220/Thanks%2B019.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718513050884730022.post-6269363684657248098</id><published>2007-10-31T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T18:21:26.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;One of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt; prized  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possessions&lt;/span&gt; from my sanctuary. &lt;br /&gt;I call her "Aztec Mama"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/Ryj9oIW0DVI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Te07485XpeQ/s1600-h/AZTEC+GODDESS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/Ryj9oIW0DVI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Te07485XpeQ/s400/AZTEC+GODDESS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127627041641074002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;I bought this at an Art  Fair in Chicago about 20 years ago.  She was made by an artist in Green  Bay, Wisconsin.  Who knew that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;moving&lt;/span&gt; to Green Bay just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a few&lt;/span&gt; years  after she found me!?  I looked up the artist when I moved there...but she was no  where to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;This Goddess represents  the "Dark Mother".  The one who "holds the space...so when the light  returns...it has a place to rest".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her top comes  off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;She is hollow...and  many magical things can be "hidden" within her belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;She has been a keeper  of herbs for me...and of incense and oils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;She is very apropos for  this time of year when we go more deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; within...re-create and enjoy our  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sanctuaries&lt;/span&gt; and reflect upon our "roots" that continue to grow and be nourished  as we walk softly upon the cold and dark earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;Right now at this  moment, she sits on my dining table...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love  &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yes, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really, really&lt;/span&gt;  like the pottery, too. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had an unexpected visitor the night before I went to see the Dali Lama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/Ryj-AYW0DWI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_-0Xon3TwmA/s1600-h/I+had+a+visitor+the+other+night,+final.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/Ryj-AYW0DWI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_-0Xon3TwmA/s400/I+had+a+visitor+the+other+night,+final.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127627458252901730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unexpected Visitor"&lt;br /&gt;October 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt; a "cleansing" of sorts...very peaceful yet deeply turbulent at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; same time!&lt;br /&gt;There may be many reasons why she came to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you wish...you can find out more about her here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacredwind.com/Sarasvati.htm"&gt;http://www.sacredwind.com/Sarasvati.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718513050884730022-6269363684657248098?l=heart-mater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-mater.blogspot.com/feeds/6269363684657248098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718513050884730022&amp;postID=6269363684657248098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718513050884730022/posts/default/6269363684657248098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718513050884730022/posts/default/6269363684657248098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-mater.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-of-my-prized-possessions-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04700989546300494197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/TP3K58xMYwI/AAAAAAAACiE/BJs-Ze4Sfjc/S220/Thanks%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/Ryj9oIW0DVI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Te07485XpeQ/s72-c/AZTEC+GODDESS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718513050884730022.post-6642829548279651458</id><published>2007-09-21T12:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T16:56:46.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of  favorite pictures from childhood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sister Carol and I ...in the Redwood Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RvQumIwWpMI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YLNW1F0Jq3E/s1600-h/treewcarol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RvQumIwWpMI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YLNW1F0Jq3E/s400/treewcarol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112762709692556482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click on text/pictures to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RvP38owWpGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JT6si6fALSc/s1600-h/back+of+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RvP38owWpGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JT6si6fALSc/s400/back+of+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112702623100085346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RvP384wWpHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aIFn_RoVIUk/s1600-h/MAGDELINE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RvP384wWpHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aIFn_RoVIUk/s400/MAGDELINE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112702627395052658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718513050884730022-6642829548279651458?l=heart-mater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-mater.blogspot.com/feeds/6642829548279651458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718513050884730022&amp;postID=6642829548279651458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718513050884730022/posts/default/6642829548279651458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718513050884730022/posts/default/6642829548279651458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-mater.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04700989546300494197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/TP3K58xMYwI/AAAAAAAACiE/BJs-Ze4Sfjc/S220/Thanks%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RvQumIwWpMI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YLNW1F0Jq3E/s72-c/treewcarol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718513050884730022.post-1936206669720505180</id><published>2007-09-19T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T17:01:45.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ASCENSION/DESCENSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lightbody Multi-tasking at it's highest level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RvHe6iYJonI/AAAAAAAAAVI/HzhyfnQCiy0/s1600-h/The+Dove222222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RvHe6iYJonI/AAAAAAAAAVI/HzhyfnQCiy0/s320/The+Dove222222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112112149284102770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you want to know more about the ASCENSION process and how our LIGHTbodies are changing and effecting us...in each and every moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;please place a comment on this page...with questions, if you have any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I will address them in an upcoming post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RvHe6yYJooI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6vClvNKho9I/s1600-h/dove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RvHe6yYJooI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6vClvNKho9I/s320/dove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112112153579070082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718513050884730022-1936206669720505180?l=heart-mater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-mater.blogspot.com/feeds/1936206669720505180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718513050884730022&amp;postID=1936206669720505180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718513050884730022/posts/default/1936206669720505180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718513050884730022/posts/default/1936206669720505180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-mater.blogspot.com/2007/09/ascensiondescension.html' title='ASCENSION/DESCENSION'/><author><name>Christine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04700989546300494197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/TP3K58xMYwI/AAAAAAAACiE/BJs-Ze4Sfjc/S220/Thanks%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RvHe6iYJonI/AAAAAAAAAVI/HzhyfnQCiy0/s72-c/The+Dove222222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718513050884730022.post-4721951492696719453</id><published>2007-05-03T01:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T02:56:35.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~MAY IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; MONTH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/Rj4dCocb58I/AAAAAAAAAHM/bsq5HZpry70/s1600-h/MARYBLOGREVISED.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/Rj4dCocb58I/AAAAAAAAAHM/bsq5HZpry70/s320/MARYBLOGREVISED.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061514962264647618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"FACING HER", CME-2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(click on image for close-up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For My Mother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;who helped me to beco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RkUy0Icb6EI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S6mytWGMhYw/s1600-h/momii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 343px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RkUy0Icb6EI/AAAAAAAAAIM/S6mytWGMhYw/s320/momii.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063509227249330242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Today I worked on the Mother's Day Collage  you can see above. (click on the image for close up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Compared to the art I usually do, it seemed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;like it would be a breeze!  But, I got pretty caught up in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Because of a recent healing issue, it had come to the forefront that perhaps I had some healing to do with my mother. In accessing some memories and emotions in regard to childhood, the past, etc... one evening... a question was asked of me. "Where is this emotion in your body?" Feeling pressure around my eyes and in my temples, I answered..."It is all in my head". The humor and depth hit both my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;healing coach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Last night as I tried to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I wondered if the "peace" regarding  my mother issues was just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all in my head&lt;/span&gt;. So, I decided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; about it.  The idea of a Mother's Day remembrance collage came to me. I thought it would be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nice gesture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, I looked for pictures. I could find only pictures of her I when I was really little. Or, one or two as a teenager. I chose the earlier pictures. That w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;as when she was still "mommy". Not "my mother". And before I decided, that even though I loved her...I did not really like her. Don't gasp...It's OK. She did not really like me, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Also, at a very early age...I was aware of SPIRIT parents...that at times seemed more real to me than my earthly ones. Not because they were not loving, protective or "good parents". But the ones in SPIRIT simply made more "sense".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I worked on the collage intermittentl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;y most of the afternoon. I was concerned that I do this with complete sincerity. I wanted it to be heart-felt... NOT just a nice gesture. And NOT just an art piece from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;At one point, when I thought I was finally done...the computer froze and the art program I was working with "encountered a problem and had to close". You computer geeks know what I mean...and understand how annoying those little pop ups are when you are in the middle of something. But, for some reason, I took it well, even though I lost the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So, I took a break to sit on the deck and smoke and think. My good friend was inside, cleaning and "re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vibing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" the place with her miracle RAINBOW vacuum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;While on the deck I remembered that I wanted my little fairy fountain cleaned up so I could put it on the front porch. It looks very inviting at the front door. Even if you are not a fairy. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought it into the house to clean it.  Inside ...was an engraved glass MOTHER MARY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;statue. It was dirty and grimy from being out in the&lt;/span&gt; elements all Winter and Spring. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I forgot it was there. So I got out my handy little scrubbing brush and started to remove the layers of grime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; This statue is THICK. Not china or the flimsy glass that many religious statues are made with. This was supposed to be used as a paperweight. Only a few moments into it...as I scrubbed the statue, it broke in my ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; The section where Mary's head was engraved into the glass...broke off. The sharp glass cut me deeply on the inside of my ring finger on my left hand. The blood spurted..it did not drip...it spurted. And spurted. And spurted again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This might not  be good"&lt;/span&gt;...I thought. I grabbed a cloth napkin that was on the counter and wrapped it very tightly around the finger and then the whole hand holding it with my other hand. I put my hand under cold water. Looking at Mary's Head in the sink, covered in my blood...I thought..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How interesting".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Then, it began to hurt.  Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hurt. My friend heard me...I think I moaned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I could not think clearly anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;She came in to help. Apparently I looked pretty pathetic. The sweat just poured out of me like someone had dumped a bucket of water over my head....I got shaky &lt;/span&gt; and all my limbs were tingling. And I think I turned a greenish shade of gray.  I felt a deep 'stress" in my heart &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chakra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I had anxiety-surges coming in... because I did not want to puke...or faint/fall and hurt myself more. I did not want to freak out my friend anymore than she was either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Even though she was calm and cool and "kept "her head"...while she literally did everything she could think of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I felt she was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a bit concerned, to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I drifted a little...I heard the word:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.  I could not speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I "felt" about how many times I have felt this way...without any bodily injury provoking it...... but the number of times I had been in two places at the same time...able to have thought-forms yet not able to speak or really move. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;felt the thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;......."this must be like dying."and "remembered", how many times I had said that to myself as well, while traveling in the other realms, but still enough HERE to know that I was "traveling".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then heard..."the only difference is...you always come back..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I did always come back. Even when it felt like I was being squeezed through a wormhole...or divided in a slinky-like manner...to travel more "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;efficiently&lt;/span&gt;". And when I doubted my return at all...I always re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;turned. And when I doubted that I could return in one piece, well... I returned. That's all I am sure of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I started to feel how it might be when one day,  when I go and do not come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I felt no fear regarding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;.  I only felt anxiety when I re-sen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sed the pain or nausea. My body was troubled, but generally...I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt; the trip. I wondered how far I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; go today...and still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt; back&lt;/span&gt;,  and how this event may be different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of the way it was initiated. Mary breaking in my hand...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;following&lt;/span&gt; the MOTHER work I was doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I felt more thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; "Wow, I could see Fred again. Sam and I could fly around and peek into the EARTH changes. The faces of more friends on the other side flashed before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Would I "visit" my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; here..and would they be able to contact me, like we now communicate with those who have gone before? (And by the way...this all happened about an hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;...a Cross-over Circle"was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to take place, right in my living room!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Then... I felt the idea..."Would I see my mother there and would we like each other now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;For an instant... I felt the wholeness and the LOVE that resides on the other side, while in my mind's eye I caught a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nother glimpse of my blood mixed with the water in the sink...swirling around Mary. I remembered how, as a child, SPIRIT was more real then humans. And somehow, from the age of seven..I knew I had a mother, bigger and brighter in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Spirit&lt;/span&gt; than my earthly mother. I felt some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt; in my cells with that idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And then I heard..."BLOOD relations, IT IS ALL THE SAME"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AFTER A LOT OF COLD WATER &amp;amp; MANY DROPS OF RESCUE REMEDY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I began to come back...fully. Again, like I always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And this time in ONE piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I felt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally I could tell my friend on what exactly I cut myself.  I think we both laughed...and I think we both wanted to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I was compelled to...after some energy work done by another friend and some further first aid, to play on the keyboard.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;, remember? Bandaged finger and all, still throbbing and still bleeding a bit, I played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I felt the emotions fall away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;draining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; through my arms and hands as I played yet another mysterious melody. From whence it came, Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Something had happened. It's happened before. It will happen again. Whatever it takes for me to get through the layers of whatever it is I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holding onto&lt;/span&gt;...will be presented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I would so appreciate it...if when these things happen...I would not have to feel such pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I would not spurt blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I would not come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; like I am splintered...and broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hoping that I have enough "evidence" of the other realms...that I do not have to manifest it in my body as trauma ...or emotional hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And certainly, I want to be open enough to have the revelations, the insights and the healing without having to hurt myself...in body or mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And yet...I am grateful for the opportunity to be more whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To again be witness to the miracle of the LIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And...to come to terms with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;, apparently, I have little fear about "going and not coming back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And even though my choice is to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; around for a long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;apprehensive&lt;/span&gt;  about "staying and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being in pain&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Something did happen.  I cannot name it. &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, things need to be dismantled... "dis-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;membered"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I guess...so you can put the pieces back in place...where they are supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The collage..created with afew"pieces" of my childhood with my mother feels more complete now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;...that needed to be healed is at least...well on it's way to being RE-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;membered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In conclusion, I would like to share with you these words that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;re "recited" to me by a brother of LIGHT, from the other realm, last summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Heart of my  Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will suffer no  more;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For you have found peace  in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the fragility of  Life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And so it is.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My finger appears to be...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  Although not highly alarming...there are still some symptoms that lead me to believe&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a nerve has been touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot thickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/Rjl9eIcb55I/AAAAAAAAAG0/vkx5QRoXIh8/s1600-h/maryCOLOR.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718513050884730022-4721951492696719453?l=heart-mater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-mater.blogspot.com/feeds/4721951492696719453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718513050884730022&amp;postID=4721951492696719453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718513050884730022/posts/default/4721951492696719453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718513050884730022/posts/default/4721951492696719453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-mater.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-is-mary-month-and-you-do-not-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04700989546300494197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/TP3K58xMYwI/AAAAAAAACiE/BJs-Ze4Sfjc/S220/Thanks%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/Rj4dCocb58I/AAAAAAAAAHM/bsq5HZpry70/s72-c/MARYBLOGREVISED.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718513050884730022.post-4724117057460782066</id><published>2007-04-17T01:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T02:26:27.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHEKHINAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RiRduneZLjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P05Qc6L6SQw/s1600-h/Yehudit_Miriam%2520with%2520women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054267737268366898" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RiRduneZLjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P05Qc6L6SQw/s320/Yehudit_Miriam%2520with%2520women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can rediscover the Shekhinah throughout Jewish text, throughout history, and throughout the natural world. God in the Bible is sometimes mother eagle and sometimes Holy Wisdom crying out in the streets. In the Talmud and midrash, the Divine is sometimes portrayed as a nursing mother or as the (female) twin of Israel. In the Zohar, there are multiple feminine God-images, such as Binah (understanding), also known as Immah Ilaah (the higher mother), who is called the womb and palace of creation, the fountain of understanding, the well of souls. Then there is Lilith, a mythic figure whom the tradition demonized but who for some is the embodiment of sexuality and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;We also cannot forget that the images and stories of the Shekhinah are connected to traditions of the Divine feminine around the world, from the ancient goddess Inanna, who is described as a warrior for her people just as the Shekhinah is in the Zohar; to the Virgin Mary, who is an intercessor in matters of Divine judgment like the Shekhinah; to Kuan Yin of Asia, who embodies compassion for those who suffer, just as the Shekhinah does. Jews have been afraid to acknowledge the Shekhinah’s relationship to goddesses and goddess-like images because of the traditional Jewish prohibition against idolatry. Yet to deny our connection to the Divine feminine as it is expressed and loved by others is to deny our connection to the human, and feminine, religious experience, and to render invisible some of the sources of our own spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shekhinah, Jill Hammer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bartleby.com/65/sh/Shekinah.html"&gt;http://www.bartleby.com/65/sh/Shekinah.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718513050884730022-4724117057460782066?l=heart-mater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-mater.blogspot.com/feeds/4724117057460782066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718513050884730022&amp;postID=4724117057460782066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718513050884730022/posts/default/4724117057460782066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718513050884730022/posts/default/4724117057460782066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-mater.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-can-rediscover-shekhinah-throughout.html' title='SHEKHINAH'/><author><name>Christine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04700989546300494197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/TP3K58xMYwI/AAAAAAAACiE/BJs-Ze4Sfjc/S220/Thanks%2B019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/RiRduneZLjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P05Qc6L6SQw/s72-c/Yehudit_Miriam%2520with%2520women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718513050884730022.post-5381958000386052337</id><published>2007-03-25T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T03:02:27.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hostings coming soon. Check back again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718513050884730022-5381958000386052337?l=heart-mater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart-mater.blogspot.com/feeds/5381958000386052337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6718513050884730022&amp;postID=5381958000386052337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718513050884730022/posts/default/5381958000386052337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718513050884730022/posts/default/5381958000386052337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart-mater.blogspot.com/2007/03/writings-coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04700989546300494197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U_z3X8N6hZk/TP3K58xMYwI/AAAAAAAACiE/BJs-Ze4Sfjc/S220/Thanks%2B019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
